Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is in her vest, and, me
I'm in a rock'n'roll band. Huh
Ridin' in a Stutz-Bearcat, Jim
Y'know, those were different times
Oh, all the poet, they studied rules of verse
And the ladies, they rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane! Whoa! Sweet Jane, oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane
I'll tell you something...
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